shayla ennis: Poems

248 · May 2019

shayla ennis May 2019

The day is long,
The warmth of the Sun,
Across one skin makes for a day the idea of, happiness,
As sadness grows,
We can see,
No need to smile,
No need to express,
No need to feel,
We hear the laughter,
We hear the squeals,
yet we do not respond,
For within us oh heart is numb our mind cold,
The idea of happiness due to the Summer sun is only a dream without reality

this is about a day were i felt reality yet was not apart of it do to mental illness and being in own mind far away from truth.

242 · Aug 2016

summer heat

shayla ennis Aug 2016

summer heat

shinning light
giving warmth
the cool breeze
rustling the trees
flowers blooming
birds playing music
not a snow flack in sight
nor rain dropping to the earth
beaches and lakes
swimming holes filled with life.....
laughter.....
wild creatures of nature....
the heart and soul
free with inspiration
natures existence showing
her beauty
sounds of beauty beaming
a melody
music
for an artist

by scarlet rose
august 24th 2016

233 · Jul 2017

The darkness in my soul

shayla ennis Jul 2017

The darkness in my soul

The darkness in my soul.
To mask the despair, malice, and agony.
Falling away into the unforgiving darkness.
To be a more desirable darkness than the one before.
Superior to all that has ever been done before.
To hearing the ancient banshee’s cry.
To a high born blood’s death.
Whom will die.
A casket be filled.
Tears.
To many fiery tears do fall, heated, smoking, white-hot do they fall.
Soul and heart navigate a stormy, frenzied current.
A torrent of pain traversing the bruised and damaged cosmos.
Terrified, petrified of the dark.
Malignant sprites, demons that plague the fearful.
Nightfall shadows that wail.

By scarletrose
date: 7-19-17

if you want to see the full scale of what i did with this poem please visit scarlet rose dragon at www.facebook.com( through the use of pictures and the use of powerpoint).

226 · Dec 2017

The idea of death

shayla ennis Dec 2017

The idea of death

Can death be irrelevant ?
yes
Does death truly exist?
Yes/no.
Looking through a fogged window.
I see a shadow.
Fear runs through my veins.
The knowing that death has come.
Can one run from death, this truth.
No.
He is here, he knows all.
Yet when facing him fear becomes irrelevant.
For there is nothing to be afraid of .
A figure in black.
Q ghostly spirit that wanders.
Realm to realm.
Waiting for souls.

by scarlet rose
date: 12/19/17

226 · Sep 2014

My Home Of Homes

shayla ennis Sep 2014

My Home Of Homes

During the day
Feeling trapped and cornered
Like an animal
When quite night comes
I have found my home
The utter darkness
Nothing but the brilliant moon
The soft glowing stars
Floating through the sky
Walking down the dirt and paved paths-roads
Hearing what others can’t
Because I listen to the wildness
That flows through the trees
The wind
As all creatures run and slink about
Soft padded steps of a doe
Trying to hide
Fast securing of squirrels
Running up trees afraid
The wild lager animals below
Sensing
The ghostly shadows
The spirits past
Both human and not
Walking the unlit place
Hearing whispers of things unsaid
The rain falling and the thunder crashing above
These things and more exist
In the darkness of night
All of this is my home
My safety net
A place to hide
Where inspiration flows on forever
There is no need to think just to feel
My home all of this is

By Scarlet rose
Date: Sept. 23, 2014

180 · Jul 2021

The essence of my pain

shayla ennis Jul 2021

The essence of my pain

My nerves always crying
My muscles always screaming
My bones always aching

Be sensitivity
the pain
The discomfort
the agony

The source of my pain fibromyalgia
The source of my pain my spine

Everyday a hardship
Everyday more meds
Everyday no new answers
Everyday lack of Truth lack of help

People see me and do not believe
people hear me and do not understand

This pain cannot be seen
this pain cannot be heard

it can only be felt by those who are forced to deal with it
By those who suffer it

July 8th 2021
Scarlet Rose

177 · Sep 2014

Words of many thoughts

shayla ennis Sep 2014

Words of many thoughts

Thanks to my notes
I speak my thanks
To though’s who gave me courage
I say to though’s near me thanks just to
I speak a thank you
For a sibling
My wish coming true
I speak to my notes
Thanks for
Giving me words to write
A note so simply written
I say thanks
To my amazing thoughts
To life given and taken
Thanks for their time
Words that are here and there
But not written
Thanks
Simple notes of love
Simple letters of memories
Thanks
Thank you my perfect notes

By scarlet rose
Date: sept. 16, 2014

164 · Dec 2017

Women in red

shayla ennis Dec 2017

Women in red

A women dressed in vivid red
A hall covered in black
Candles lit everywhere
Frames with missing faces
Faces missing from paintings
Splatters of blood that run making a river
A ghostly soul that wanders looking for revenge
Shattered screams unheard by outside world
Cries of a women dressed in vivid red
A black raven on her shoulder
Black tears on her face
White snow at her feet
A shadowed vestige of the unavenged that follow her
A casket lays empty
A stone un marked
A tree of black rose that bleed
Souls that cry to her there sorrow
Her need to seek vengeance in their names
A women dressed in vivid red
Who seeks her own revenge

by scarlet rose
date: 12/19/17

157 · Jun 2018

Greek

shayla ennis Jun 2018

Greek

Azure waves,
Tempestuous silica air,
Dusky woodlands and brooks,
Ithaca’s bluff,
Herb covered cliffs,
Bitter fantasies of crystal and sea,
We Greeks of no freedom and home,
We slaves of misfortune,
For the sun as abandoned us,
The war as destroyed us,
Here our cry’s for salvation and truth,
Here us beg for what has been taken to be returned,
Let this war end,
Let this pain disperse,
Let our city be rebuilt,
Let our people survive and grow,
Be gone god of war and misfortune

156 · Aug 2019

The true road

shayla ennis Aug 2019

The true road

The tide of life always shifting and changing, had become confusing and filled with turmoil without rest. I see the gate being flooded by uncertainty and hesitation. The ideas that should slow coming to a stop, leaving false paths of hope and truth. Whilist the rain falls and the clouds turn grey, I wonder where my path should truly start or stop. Can one such as I truly have hope of dreams completion. Should I Ponder unto a revelation without point of view that is clear. Can this singular soul /spirit exist within a false world of life. Where does the truth truly lie, and where does the lie truly begin. We as individuals see only what is shrouded blinding ourselves to the unshrouded. For to see the truth is to see one's falseness and lies. One's true soul/heart.

Date: june 13, 2019

147 · May 2019

The voice of a lost soul

shayla ennis May 2019

The voice of a lost soul

The lost soul is a missing spirit
A wondering absence
With darkness does is flee
Without light does it hope

Soul does it seek a place
Somewhere to belong
In darkness does it pray
Running from light

Knowledge of death
Visions of loss
Memories of what once was real
Knowing all is gone but it

Alone this soul seeks
Without physical form
Flesh
Blood
None

This spirit wonders
It seeks
The darkness
Were light cannot go

Will it find the answers it hopes for
A dark place to belong

by scarlet rose 5/21/19

130 · Feb 2019

Ancient words

shayla ennis Feb 2019

Ancient words

The ancient moon
The cry of the wolf
        The heralding of the owl
        Knowledge of the raven

   We of the dark always listen
      We here the unknown
     We are the rivals of day
       Unwanted by many

When we speak we only speak truth
Tho you call them lies
Your mind covered in a shroud
To honest are we that it breaks many

With time you have forgotten
We have not
You say we are fiction
Tho we are real

Will you heed our warnings?
Will you ignore them?
You must decide

Child of dark and light
Who has become the power of chaos?
Destruction

scarlet rose 2019

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